Red Bottoms & Balenciaga - Soulja Boy

All I, do is count bands, count bands, bitch

Run up on me, get yo' ass fanned, bitch

M-16, get yo' ass blammed, bitch

Ridin' wit' my gang, we go ham, bitch

Balenciagas, red bottoms, red bottoms

Balenciaga, red bottoms, red bottoms

Balenciaga, red bottoms, red bottoms

Balenciaga, red bottoms, red bottoms

Uh, rockin' Balenciaga, hop a Rari

Uh, hop up out the Rari, 'rop a Maserati

Uh, 30 on me, shawty, shootin' up the party

Ayy, run up on Lil' Soulja, hit you wit' this .40

Ayy, I be goin' ham trappin' out the state

Ayy, runnin' all this dope through, through the United States

Ayy, and the next day I bet I beat the case

Ayy, ayy, ayy, shoot yo' ass up and yo' face

Ayy, ridin' 'round town like I’m in a race

Ayy, run up on me wrong, get hit wit' this K

Ayy, who the fuck is you?

I ain’t seen yo' face

Ayy, shoot that fuck nigga, dump him in the lake

Ayy, ayy, I be ridin' 'round catchin' plays

Ayy, you don’t know 'bout Dre, I shoot in broad day

Ayy, call the cops, boy, you ain’t safe

Ayy, ayy, catch you slippin', knock out yo' face

Ayy, I be ridin' 'round wit' that fuckin' K

Ayy, run up on me wrong, you can die today

Ayy, ayy, on God, shoot you in yo' face

Ayy, shoot you in yo' chest, yo' neck, all day

Ayy, I’ma shoot a nigga like repeatedly

Ayy, run up on me wrong, you get RIP’d

Ayy, knock you off yo' feet, tryna play wit' me

Ayy, King Soulja, Rich Gang, and UFB